A/N This is my first attempt at a Chronicles of Narnia fanfiction. It is base both on the books and movies, it's been a while since I've read the books but I've recently watch all three movies out so I may take from both.

As a disclaimer I do not own any rights to Chronicles of Narnia and any familiar characters are not my property.

I'm not very good with a/n so hopefully you all will enjoy my piece and any feedback is appreciated

The door creaked as King Edmund entered the chart room. "Peter?" He questioned as he approached his elder brother. King Peter looked up and gave him a brief nod. "I've got reports from Archenland and Lantern's Waste that more towns in the west are being attacked. They don't appear to be Calormen troops." Peter traced a path on the map he was studying.

"This is a new threat I presume. Calormen troops wouldn't try to cut trough the mountains. They're not that smart. We've never heard much of a peep out of the west until a couple months ago. I wasn't even sure those lands were habited, but we've never explored much into the mountains. What other intelligence have you recovered dear brother?"

"Apparently they call themselves the Mountain People. The bands are small but strong and are governed under a…" Edmund looked down at the parchment in his hand, "Chief Renlon of the Sickle. We need to intervene and protect our Narnian residents and allies." King Peter didn't respond to his brother right away, his mind already plotting their first strike.

"From the pattern of towns they have been attacking they're moving farther into Narnia's lands and if we head west towards Beaverdam, gather the army there and head south we could attack at the river."

"I think a hundred troops should be enough. We'd need even less, if we can raise the griffins before they settle for their winter sleep."

"Just a hundred?"

"The pillaging bands are thought to be about fifty strong. Even at equal strength I feel confident we could hold them back. With a hundred we could show them our power and it will scare them off from attacking any more Narnian settlements."

"I wish I held your confidence. I've got a nagging feeling we're acting too cavalier about this."

"King Peter the Magnificent nervous," Edmund started in a sarcastic tone. "King Peter, who keeps the giants of the north at bay, scared? I never thought I'd see the day." Peter smiled for a moment before turning serious again.

"Don't mock me Ed. You know as well as I do to never underestimate our opponent. We don't even know why they've started attacking our lands."

"We could add a company of archers?"

"That should put us at two hundred troops. Alright, General Oreius is ready to gather the army. I think Lieutenant Thunderhoof will lead the archers."

"None of the girls are coming? Lu could lead our air support."

"Lucy just got back from a long assembly on the Lone Islands; we should give her time to rest. And you know Susan prefers the comfort and stability of the Cair. Besides we need at least one of us present at Court. Sue's always the best at keeping our civil affairs in order." Edmund nodded in agreement. "We'll leave with the fauns at day break, the day after tomorrow. It'll be two days ride to Beaverdam. We'll regroup there and go over our strategy."

"We'd better go get some sleep Pete. I don't want to fight a battle before we leave. Susan will already be disappointed we're rushing off again." Peter laughed.

"I swear she'll smother us with her worries and nurturing. Off to bed then."

"Not quite yet; there's still one thing that needs to be done."

"Oh yeah?" As soon as the words left Peter's mouth, Edmund launched him self at his older brother wrestling him to the floor.

"I need you to say uncle."

"Ed we're getting to old for this."

"Say it…"

"Oh the sake of Aslan… ouch," Peter cried breathless trying to gain the advantage on his younger brother. He couldn't quite seem the shake him off. "Oh alright, alright Ed, that's enough. Uncle!" It wasn't the first test of strength where Edmund had beaten Peter. About three years ago Edmund beat Peter for the first time in a sword fight. It was then Peter realized his younger brother had surpassed him as a swordsman and a warrior. But Peter was still the better strategist and Edmund still looked to his older brother for counsel.

Dawn broke across Cair Paravel and Lucy and Susan were busy getting their brother's battlements ready. It had become tradition amongst the siblings that Lucy would lay out Peter's armor and sword. Susan would lay out Edmund's armor and sword. Lucy would also partition some of her cordial in a small vial for Peter to take with him. The siblings learned that the cordial was too precious to use liberally and the bottle too fragile to take in to battle, so Lucy would measure out a one drop for each solider and give the vial to Peter. "Look how big Edmund's grown," Susan said as she looked at that new armor her brother recently had made for him.

"Well we did just celebrate his two decade birthday a couple months ago. It was a grand party. I remember even the river gods turn out for the occasion."

"Remember that mermaid who kissed him. The way he was gasping after, she must have thought he was fish." Susan and Lucy shared a laugh as their brothers entered the chart room.

"What's so funny Lu?" Peter asked as he made his way to his sisters and embraced them in a bear hug.

"Oh Peter I can't breath," Lucy replied grabbing his arm and fighting out of his grasp. "Susan and I were just recalling Edmund's face when he was kissed by the mermaid on his birthday."

"That was an epic face." Edmund tried to scowl but a smile could help brake though. "I wasn't sure if you were swooning or gagging. She was beautiful so I assumed you were swooning."

"I think she fancied me that one!" Edmund said as he started putting on his chainmail. "And for the record yes, I was swooning. However, I could never marry a mermaid. While I love the Great Eastern Sea, I could never leave Cair Paravel to live in it. There's nowhere else in Narnia I'd rather be the by my brother and sisters."

"We love you too Ed," Lucy replied. Edmund flashed a appreciative smile at Lucy.

Susan gave Edmund a look over and buckled his armor on. "Stay safe will you? I always get scared when you're away. Ed," Susan paused and waited for Edmund to look her in the eye. "Keep Peter safe. You know how he likes to play hero. I hope at least one of you stays sensible."

"I appreciate your concern Susan." Edmund said looked deep into his sisters' eyes. "I promise we'll return to you." He then turned to Lucy. "Keep your ears open for the horn signaling our return."

"Yes, we shouldn't be too long. Then, when we get back, we can start planning for Christmas." Peter added as Lucy finished with his buckles. Her eyes went wide, even though she was older now, Lucy still felt like a giddy young girl at the mention of Christmas. Peter also got a far away look in his eyes. "It was so long ago but I still remember my first Christmas gift." He looked down at the sword on his hip.

"I've already got your Christmas presents Peter." Lucy told him with a sly look in her eyes.

"Oh really, and what would that be?"

"Well you'll just have to come back to find out." Then she grasped her elder brother in a tight hug as Susan and Edmund joined them.

"That I shall. Time to go Edmund, we'll ride out as the sun rises." The two brother's road out of the castle as Lucy and Susan watched from the tower. They stayed there half the day, long past when Peter and Edmund's forms faded in to the distance. Susan signaled to Lucy that it was time to head to their lessons and found Lucy crying.

"Lucy? I thought you got over this years ago."

"I know Susan. I don't know what's come over me. But I've got a dreadful feeling in my stomach. I'm not sure if I gave Peter the vial of cordial." She placed her hand in her pocket to reveal the gleaming red liquid staring right back at the younger queen. She stood there for a moment in horror. "Aslan save them, what if they need it? It's too late to get it to them now, the faun's have already left and they're so far ahead."

A light dusting of snow covered the ground as Peter and Edmund reached Beaverdam to meet with General Oreius. A company of two hundred and fifty troops had gather waiting for their two kings. The centers, bears, tigers and fauns made up most of the artillery and archers. The griffins agreed to lend their help as air support, even thought the icy air made it more difficult to fly. The fires cast a warm orange glow over the camp as everyone waited for their orders. Two days passed before a helpful piece of intelligence came from the trees' reconnaissance. The Mountain People, as they called themselves, had made camp about a twelve hour ride to the south of Beaverdam. Their General Gaine was getting ready to plan another assault on a Narnian village. Peter and Edmund were determined to strike before Gaine could carry out his plan. The Narnian troops were mobilized before midnight so they could attack the before the Mountain People could reach the village.

The sun was high in the sky as the company descended on the small camp. Gaine and his troops were all ready in their battle garments as the Narnians approached. The hills had impeded the army's progress, but they still had the element of surprise. The Mountain People's army looked small. Edmund had been right; it couldn't have been more than fifty men strong, but they did look fierce and determined. The air seemed to fill with a restless electricity as Peter and Edmund road down the hill. They went ahead as the rest of the army stayed back behind the hills.

"Which one of you is General Gaine," Peter called out. A beast of a man with shoulders as broad as a Minotaur and eyes as black as coal road up to the two kings.

"I don't like the look of him," Phillip, Edmund's horse, mumbled.

"Nor do I Phillip," Edmund whispered back. "Nor do I." The near giant got off his horse and stood at the same level as Philip.

"I'm General Gaine," he roared with a strange accent neither brother had heard before. "What can I do for you boys?" Peter looked down his nose with disdain at the older man. He certainly did not like being called boy.

"I am High King Peter the Magnificent of Narnia, Emperor of the Lone Islands and Knight of the most noble order," he replied in a commanding tone. "This is my brother King Edmund the Just, Duke of Lanterns Waste, and a Knight of the most noble order as well. You would be wise to show your respect."

"I am so sorry your Majesties," Gaine scorned. "As I asked before, what can I help you with?" His lip curled up in a sneer, he knew exactly why they were there, and didn't like it.

"I would like to know why you've been pillaging and attacking Narnian towns?"

"You Narnians have destroyed my people's way of life. We would just like to take what you took from us." Edmund shot Peter a questing look. What way of life was he talking about?

"We are asking you now to leave Narnia and your lives will be spared."

"And what if you chose to stay?"

"I have an army of over two hundred Narnians waiting for my signal to attack. If you chose to fight you will not win."

"What if you're bluffing?"

"He's not bluffing," Edmund spoke up. "Please, General Gaine, take you're people and return back to your land. We don't want to have to spill any blood here today."

"We will not retreat. Mountains Attack!" The whole camp raised their swords rushing towards Peter and Edmund.

"Narnians Attack!"

A/N I will post more soon, but right now my cat is begging my to come to bed and wont get off my key board, so I'm going to indulge her and head to bed. Thank you!